CHAPTER 121: BUYING MORE BULLETS

Special permits are usually required to make magic bullets, and not just any blacksmith can do so publicly, because they pose a danger to society.

They need to go through a rigorous process with the empire in order to obtain the necessary permits.

To create magical weapons like these, even more permits are required, along with an extremely long process involving certain regulatory studies and other procedures.

It’s not as simple as many people think.

What’s more, the weapons this guy creates seem to be intended for use in the current war against the empire itself. There are boxes and boxes of them in carriages.

There are so many stacked up and so many bullets that anyone would think he was going to arm an entire army.

Leaving aside the complexity of making all those weapons, how is it possible that this guy has permits to create them?

Louis has no idea. He only knows that he has a permit and that it is properly validated—nothing fake. He found out this week during so much continuous hustle and bustle.

"Haha, things I’ve been creating during my time here." He finished tying up the items and motioned for the boys to leave. Someone was waiting for them at the place where those items would now be.

Since they had the empire’s permission and the protection of the local chiefs, no one dared to mess with them.

After they left, Mr. Gon took Louis inside.

"To what do I owe the honor of your visit, young sir?" he asked once inside.

"To buy bullets. I’ve already used them all up."

Mr. Gon looked at him in surprise, crossing his eyes. ’He used up 500 bullets that quickly? What has he been shooting at recently? Did he go to war?’ Although he was surprised, he nodded.

"357, right?" He took out a bunch of boxes he had already collected to take to the other store and put them on the table.

"These are all I have, young sir. 100 boxes in total. You can take them, and you don’t need to pay me. You’ve already done so much for me and that little girl."

Louis shook his head. "Haha, I can’t do that, Mr. Gon. I understand that you want to give it to me, but lately, my business has been going very well, and money is coming in from all sides. I’ll give you 1 million for the 100 boxes. Use this money to invest in raw materials for your business. I really don’t need it. You’ve probably heard the rumors, right? I bought some incredibly good businesses at a very cheap price."

Mr. Gon was about to insist that he didn’t want to charge him, but then he suddenly remembered what he had heard about him recently.

He had threatened many top-level businessmen, the kind that many like him fear, and made them sell their multimillion-dollar companies for a mere 10 million.

That was the level of threat that only someone with the aura of a ruler could have. Although he was a ruler who was a bit... tyrannical and mafia-like.

His way of doing things didn’t seem very moral. Even so, the fact is that thanks to his way of doing things, he had achieved what he was aiming for, so it didn’t matter.

Thinking about this didn’t make him think that he really had a lot of money... rather, it was because he felt afraid.

To contradict such a dangerous person was, forgive the redundancy, dangerous. So he forced a smile.

"Very well, young sir. Then you can take the bullets. The payment is more than enough. Thank you very much."

"E..." Louis, who had thought of trying to insist that he sell them to him, was stunned to hear an affirmative answer.

’Did he accept?’ he wondered, stunned.

He couldn’t continue talking for the next 10 seconds until his brain processed it.

He nodded.

"Very well..." he said softly. "Then I’ll take them." He put the boxes in his inventory and then asked another question.

"Do you have any rifle ammunition available? .50 caliber, please."

"Do you need rifle bullets, young sir?" He turned around to think for a moment and then went to look for more boxes in the warehouse next door.

Well, he just counted them and then shouted, "I have 50 boxes left, young sir. Good quality .50 caliber."

Since he was going to visit Laura, he had to bring her a gift, and since he knew she was always in need of bullets, which were very expensive for her, it was okay to bring her a few.

"All right. Bring them all to me. I’ll take them."

Mr. Gon poked his head out from behind the doorframe (although his head was not visible, as his clothes completely covered it).

"All of them, young sir? Each box of 10 costs 8,000."

’Cheaper than they sell them in the Upper District. Not bad.’

He nodded. "Bring them all."

"All right, wait a moment."

After a while, he brought all the boxes, and Louis put them away, after giving him 400,000 Jens.

"Very well, Mr. Gon. Thank you very much, and I hope your move goes smoothly."

Mr. Gon came out to see him off. "Have a good day, young sir. See you tomorrow."

After that, he walked through the city and got into a paid carriage (like a taxi) to take him to the Upper District. It wouldn’t take long, and it was cheap, so it was fine.

He usually used a car or some personal carriage, and he had several lately, but he wasn’t interested this time.

The carriage began to drive through the city, while the gentleman who drove it, with good charisma, began to tell him different stories (or gossip). It was common for them to do so, which was perhaps why he had chosen to travel with one.

They had good information and knew how to tell stories, so he could relax while watching the beautiful city unfold before his eyes.

The perfect and clear contrasts between the Industrial District and the Upper District never ceased to amaze him.

Those small details in the structures became increasingly clear, while the city’s animals fluttered around the streets and drawbridges.

Curious little fish, some magical, others normal, swam under those bridges and occasionally jumped out of the water, giving everything peace and tranquility.

It was a beautiful sight that slowly led them to where Laura worked.

Hiii!

The horse’s neighing as it stopped between the streets of the Upper District echoed in the street, which had few passersby.

"We’re here, young man."

"Thank you very much, sir." Louis handed him the payment and got off.

The man gently tapped the horses, and they began moving again.

Plaf!

Plaf!

"Let’s go!"

The sound of the horses’ hooves hitting the rock on the roads and the man riding away echoed through the street, and soon Louis was looking at the shop, the sign above it telling him what it was about.

-Sales of Runes and Magic Amulets, Ruthless Magic (that was the name).

-Level 3 Certificate.

-Magician in the process of graduating from the Royal Academy.

The shop was located on a street slightly away from the busiest streets, but many people still walked around here during the day. Various types of businesses, including a bakery, were nearby, and the smell of bread wafted over the place.

The door was slightly open, so he opened it and went inside.

-

On this day, Laura didn’t have many customers. Early in the morning, she had a reservation from a regular customer. Then two more customers arrived, which made it a pretty good day.

But after that, no one else came.

Until a curious guy showed up.

He was a young man, dressed in Academy attire. She knew him, of course.

One of the three current Star Students, the quietest, but also the strongest.

He was also a frequent customer of hers, although she could always see through his intentions. She had rejected him more than three times, but he wouldn’t give up. He kept insisting repeatedly, thinking that someday he would have a chance.

Few people can do anything to this guy. He is the son of one of the local Great Houses, and his surname carries weight even among the nobility of the entire empire.

It was on the level of a Duke, although below a Castle.

And he was the eldest son of the family.

They couldn’t offend him.

She had no choice but to keep him as a customer. He always bought a lot of things to help her, so she was quite grateful to him.

Laura was working on the last of the runes he wanted, while she could feel that guy’s intense gaze.

He wasn’t staring at anything strange; he wasn’t being disrespectful. He was simply looking at her beautiful face and hair. That was the only reason she hadn’t kicked him out earlier.

After 15 minutes, she finally finished and raised the rune.

It was perfectly complete. It was a level 3.

"Haha, you never cease to amaze me, Miss Laura. Your magical abilities always blow me away. Despite being an Armamentalist, you’re a better mage than anyone else." He praised her warmly as he stood up.

His distinctive staff with the star on the tip moved alongside his hand. He wasn’t showing it off on purpose. He didn’t flaunt his status in front of her because he understood that she didn’t care about that.

It was simply his way of being. Acting with style and elegance.